Beetlebum
What you done
She’s a gun
Now what you’ve done
Beetlebum
Get nothing done
You beetlebum
Just get numb
Now what you’ve done
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on all my violence is gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away and I am gone
Nothing is wrong, she turns me on

Beetlebum
Because you’re young
She’s a gun
Now what you’ve done
Beetlebum
She’ll suck your thumb
She’ll make you come
Coz, she’s your gun
Now what you’ve done
Beetlebum
He’s on, he’s on, he’s on it

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn’t easy
But nothing is, no

When I feel heavy metal
And I’m pins and I’m needles
Well I lie and I’m easy
All of the time but I’m never sure when I need you
Pleased to meet you

I got my head done
When I was young
It’s not my problem
It’s not my problem

When I feel heavy metal
And I’m pins and I’m needles
Well I lie and I’m easy
All of the time but I’m never sure when I need you
Pleased to meet you

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

Yeah, I found nowhere
It got to know me
Let me sleep all day
Spend the money
I haven’t felt my legs
Since the summer
And I don’t call my friends
Forgot their numbers

VIP 223
I had my chances
Or did they have me
Now stay up nights
Watch TV
I’m country sad
I’m a ballad man

I’m on a comeback roll
Yeah, I’m a blizzard
And in my motor home
Sweat on my pillow all night

VIP 223
I’ve had my chances
And they had me
Now stay up nights
Watch TV
I’m country sad
I’m a ballad man

VIP 223
I’ve had my chances
And they had me
Now stay up nights
Watch TV
I’m country sad

I’m a ballad man
I feel no ?
Cos I’m a ballad man
I talk to the girls
Cos I’m a ballad man
Yeah, I?
Cos I’m a ballad man
Yeah, I sure?
Cos I’m a ballad man

It’s automatic (It’s automatic)
I need to unload (Need to unload)
Under the pressure (Under the pressure)
Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road)
Fall into fashion (Fall into fashion)
Fall out again (Fall out again)
We stick together (We stick together)
Cos it never ends (It never ends)

Here comes a low (I’m a boy and you’re a girl)
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything (You and me we’ll work it out)
Here it comes
You, me, we’ll work it out

Here comes tomorrow (Here comes tomorrow)
One, two, three episodes (Three episodes)
We stick together (We stick together)
Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road)
Cos that’s entertainment (That’s entertainment)
It’s the sound of the wheel (Sound of the wheel)
It rolls on forever (Roll, roll forever)
Yeah you know how it feels (Know how it feels)

Here comes a low (I’m a boy and you’re a girl)
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything (Like monkeys out in space)
Here it comes (We are members of the human race)

Here comes a low (I’m a boy and you’re a girl)
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything (You and me we’ll work it out)
Here it comes
You, me, we’ll work it out

It’s automatic (It’s automatic)
I need to unload (Need to unload)
Under the pressure (Under the pressure)
Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road)

Here comes a low (I’m a boy and you’re a girl)
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything (Like monkeys in outer space)
Here it comes (We are members of the human race)

Here comes a low (I’m a boy and you’re a girl)
Here comes a high (The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything (You and me we’ll work it out)
Here it comes
You, me, we’ll work it out

Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade.

Now, I’ve got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee, California.
He said he once was the great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away,
Blew it all away.

So take me home, don’t leave me alone
I’m not that good, but I’m not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we’ll all be the same in the end
Cos then you’re on your own
Then you’re on your own

Well, we all go happy day glow in the disco
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says Lord, give me time, for I’ve jumped into space
I’m in outer space.

So take me home, don’t leave me alone
I’m not that good, but I’m not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we’ll all be the same in the end
Cos then you’re on your own
Then you’re on your own

So take me home, don’t leave me alone
I’m not that good, but I’m not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
My joy of life is on a roll
And we’ll all be the same in the end
Cos then you’re on your own

Then you’re on your own

Sad, drunk, and poorly
Sleeping really late
Sad, drunk, and poorly
Not feeling so great
Wandering lost in a town full of frowns
Sad, drunk, and poorly
Dogs digging up the ground

And I feel the light
In the night and in the day
And I feel the light
When the sky’s just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it’s OK
Cos you’re so great, and I love you

DT and coffee
Helps to start the day
DT and coffee
Shaking all the way
City’s alive and, surprise, so am I
Tea, tea and coffee
Get no sleep today

And I feel the light
In the night and in the day
And I feel the light
When the sky’s just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it’s OK
Cos you’re so great, and I love you

The death of the party
Came as no surprise
Why did we bother?
Should have stayed away

Another night
And I thought Well, well
Go to another party and hang myself
Gently on the shelf

The death of the teenager
Standing on his own
Why did he bother?
Should have slept alone

Another night
And I thought Well, well
Go to another party and hang myself
Gently on the shelf

Another night
And I thought Well, well
Go to another party and hang myself
Gently on the shelf

He makes an inner arm block
Then kicks from behind
The lights, they go off
But he can fight blind
Cos he got the touch
And he won’t live long
He comes from Hong Kong
Where justice is done

Chinese bombs, millions jump
Chairman’s junk, USA
Won’t somebody, won’t somebody
Sink the place

Got a call to go to Soho
The dragon said go
Let everyone know
That you got the touch
You come from Hong Kong
Where justice is done
Where people are strong
But you won’t live long

Chinese bombs, millions jump
Chairman’s junk, USA
Bruce Lee come, save the day
Bruce Lee come the Chinese way

I heard a man who had no lungs
He took me in and made me lunch
Told me how I’d lost a friend
He smiled at me - that was the end

And I said,
I’m just a killer for your love
I’m just a killer for your love
I’m just a killer for your love
I’m just a killer for your love

Cut my hair off in the road
I tear my coat off, drop my load
Wipe my hands on the grass
Cos now I know nothing will last

And I said,
I’m just a killer for your love
I’m just a killer for your love
I’m just a killer for your love
I’m just a killer for your love

Good morning, lethargy
Drink Pepsi - it’s good for energy
The bath’s on, smoke in the bedroom
Sore throat, and on my neck a nasty bruise
And where it came from
Well I don’t know
But we played last night - it was a good show

Got the play-out on a second rate chat show
A nationwide deal, so we gotta go
Jeff from the Company says it’ll be alright
Got an ad on KROQ
And there’s an in-store tonight
Well I build things up
Then I let them go
Got to get time share on the radio

Look inside America
She’s alright, she’s alright
Sitting out in the distance
But I’m not trying to make her mine
Looking for America
With its kookie nights
And suicides
TV says its alright
Cos everybody’s hung up
On something or other

Stepping off in twenty
So the driver says
I should sleep tonight
But I think I’ll watch videos instead
Annie Hall leaves New York in the end
Press rewind and Woody gets her back again
And the whole world could have passed through me
But I don’t know that it means much to me

Look inside America
She’s alright, she’s alright
Sitting out in the distance
But I’m not trying to make her mine
I’m looking for America
With its kookie nights
And suicides
TV says its alright
Cos everybody’s strung out
On something or other

And the whole world could have passed through me
But I don’t know that it means much to me